Tyler Brady earned his reputation as the bad boy of baseball the old-fashioned way: by playing hard—on and off the field. After suffering a shoulder injury, he faces his first summer off in twenty years. Between the endless physical therapy sessions and missing the season, Tyler’s patience is about to blow.

After suffering a devastating breakup, Gabriella Marano is ready to play the field. Who better to reacquaint her with the pleasures of sex than a devastatingly handsome ball player? Tyler is well equipped to give her what she needs: a little harmless fun.

As their passion soars, Tyler realizes the woman who fires his blood holds his future in the palm of her hands.

In more ways than one.

USA Today Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and erotic western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.

Parker lives in the southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.

I am inspired by so many writers, for a variety of reasons (voice, story, longevity of career).

Scott O’Dell was the first author to spark my writing fire (at age 7). Authors such as Stephen King, John Grisham, Nicholas Sparks, and the late Kathleen Woodiwiss dominated my shelves as a young adult. I remain inspired by the careers and talent of these writers and often re-read their novels. Other writers who inspire me today are JR Ward, Cara McKenna, Brad Thor, and James Patterson.

What genre are your books?

I currently write in three different sub-genres of romance. Romantic suspense, (contemporary) sports romance, and (contemporary) western romance.

What draws you to this genre?

I write what I love to read. I love the heart-thumping intricate weave of a good suspense plot. I love the drive, dedication, and stamina of the athletes in sports romance. And I love the hard-working, hard-loving cowboys of western romance. No matter the genre, I love a good alpha male who’s found his match.(Something you’ll find in all of my books).

Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book?

Mmm … great question! Chris Evans would be great as Tyler Brady. He’s got the build, the smile, and definitely displays the kind of charisma Tyler has in spades.

Give us an insight into your main character. What makes him/her so special?

Tyler isn’t the kind of guy to run from what he feels. He might downplay it for a while, but he’s true to himself. He knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to own it, to take a chance. What I love most about Tyler is his ability to overcome adversity (a tyrannical father, his injury), while maintaining the capacity to love with his whole heart.

How much research do you do?

Research really depends on the subject matter for the novel. My latest novel didn’t require a lot of research, since I have extensive knowledge about sports therapy, as well as the game of baseball. On the flip side, I can spend weeks researching when I write a romantic suspense novel. I want the details to be as authentic as possible, so I’ll spend whatever research time is necessary to get them right.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I’m not structured at all. It really depends on the day of the week, and what is happening in my house on any given day. On an average day, I’ll start writing around 10:00am. I’ll break around 1:00pm. I start again around 4:00pm and write until I hit my daily word count goal.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I don’t formally outline or plot. When I start a book, I know who my characters are (I do detailed character profiles), what conflicts they will face, and how the book will end. Romantic suspense takes a little more thought and planning than the other genres I write due to the complexity of the stories (lots of twists and turns). But for the most part, the story takes shape while I’m writing.

When did you decide to become a writer?

I was seven the first time I remember telling my dad I was going to be a writer. Writing is something I’ve always done, but didn’t pursue it as a serious career until I turned forty. I just celebrated my third publishing anniversary.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Keep writing. It’s easy to get discouraged in this business, but keep writing. Every day. Don’t give up. You can do it.

Study your craft (practice makes perfect). Read craft books. Take classes. Attend workshops. You can establish your voice and style as you go, but never stop working toward becoming the best writer you can be.

Don’t be a diva – listen to and learn from those who know more than you (industry professionals, professional editors, authors who have been there, etc.). So often I see aspiring writers dismiss critiques for reasons solely based on ego and vanity (and not on what’s best for the story). It’s hard to take criticism (believe me, I know), but the best writers will learn from feedback. You might not always agree, but you should seriously consider any feedback you might get. And then be grateful to the person who took the time to help you.

Finally ending her obligation to the government, Brita is ready to live a life of freedom. Always a loner, even in a secret military task force, she now looks forward to getting lost among the tourist of a small town resort area. No more violence or killing that is her new motto. The day a stranger walks into her place of work and mistakes her for someone else, everything changes. Shocked, the misidentification shakes her core. She’d always been told that she was one of a kind—no others like her. She sets out on a mission to discover the truth and to find her pack—if one exists. Maybe, just maybe they can be the key to unlocking the mysteries that have held her bound.

Alek was feeling restless. The choker of Alpha is dangling to close to his neck. He needed time to decide if he wanted to engage in a dominance battle. His life didn’t seem to be leading anywhere else, but he refused to just given in because it was what was expected of him. Things hadn’t been the same for him in years since his cousins left their family pack, after a tragedy, and headed south for a new life. He believes time away from his world and the open air of the Blue Ridge Mountain area could bring him just the clarity he needs.

In a whiff, his relaxing vacation becomes encumbered by a demanding anomalous whose one sexy-ass feline. Brita’s arrival brings out the base needs of his cat and he can’t simply stand back and let the local shifters handle it… No. He’ll do whatever it takes to prove to Brita that he’ll be by her side—and she is his.

USA Today Bestselling Author, Yvette Hines loves romance and writing it is one of her greatest pleasures in life outside of her husband and two children. Her belief in happily ever after began when she was sixteen and started reading romance books. Now as an erotic romance author, she tries to show that every woman no matter color, age, shape or size deserves a high level of passion in her life. Residing in North Carolina with her family and is a Rom Vet. She loves to hear from her readers: sasseyvettehines@yahoo.com or visit her at yvettehines.com

Having grown up in San Francisco, Calder Brumen is drawn to the ocean, and he’s spent his life trying to capture the beauty of the Pacific on canvas. Over time, he has become obsessed with painting the image of a dark haired mermaid named Gaire, and Calder struggles to explain his devotion to these portraits to his best friend. When Calder finds sandy footprints leading to the edge of his bed, he suspects that the haunting siren is real.

Pursuing the truth, Calder is dragged into a murderous, underwater plot that could destroy them all. And he must choose – is the possibility of a lifetime with Gaire worth risking death for himself and everyone he loves?

Author Bio: Bokerah Brumley is an award-winning freelance writer. In her spare time, Bokerah enjoys climbing trees, photographing peacocks, and writing flash fiction. Two novellas and one novel are planned for 2015. She lives with her husband, five kids, and three dogs in West Texas where she serves as the blue-haired publicity officer for the Cisco Writers Club.

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From the author of the Kingsmen MC Series comes a new series, BADGE BOYS. You can find the cover and synopsis for the first book in this new series, Pretty Boy, below!

*** WARNING *** This novel is intended for those over 18 yrs. of age due to mature and sexual material.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you what happens to BAD girls? Well… let Pretty Boy show you.”
Agent Christopher Gibson has everything a man in his position could want. A successful career as one of the FBI’s most credited undercover field agents, with no personal ties to hold him back. He tried that once, it didn’t go over too well.
Jessica Leary is on her way to the top, working on her father’s Senate re-election campaign. She has the job she wants- the opportunity to prove herself to both the political elite and her father.
What could these two people from very different worlds ever have in common? Nothing.
Nothing other than a hot, sexy, torrid love affair that was left in the past- torn apart by the different directions their lives were headed.
Now, months later, Jess finds herself in a perilous position. The past that once brought “Pretty Boy” Chris Gibson into her life has now come back to haunt her, threatening everything that she’s worked for.
When trouble comes knocking on your door, what’s a girl to do? Why, call your bad-ass, sexy-as-sin, FBI agent of an ex-boyfriend to do what he does best… take down the bad guys and anyone else that stands in his way, because when Pretty Boy sets his sights on a target, nothing distracts him. But, why is it that this time is different?
Being close to Jess again, seeing first-hand what he’s given up is just enough to throw everything off course, as Jess seems to be the perfect mix of good AND bad girl.
Didn’t anyone ever tell you what happens to BAD girls? Well… let Pretty Boy show you in book one of the brand new BADGE BOYS series of stand alone novels.

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Tara is a thirty something newbie author from Long Island, New York. She’s a voracious reader, a passionate writer and obsessive junk T.V. aficionado. When she’s not doing one of those three things she is attempting to garden, hanging with her hubby or partaking in some retail therapy. She enjoys connecting with her readers and is having a blast entering into this new world of publishing.

Gage Remington needs a place to start over, and Durango, Colorado, is it. By reconciling with his rancher grandfather while attending the annual Zane Grey conference, Gage hopes he can begin repairing past damage. It doesn’t occur to Gage that his heart needs fixing, too, until he meets gorgeous doctor Cori Parker. And he’s sure his troubled past will send the single mom running.

Since her husband’s tragic accident, Cori’s been focusing on her family. Though she’s deeply attracted to the banker-turned-buckaroo, Gage is a wild card, and Cori can’t let anyone bring her life crashing down again. Still, she realizes Gage’s finally ready to be the man—and the cowboy—he always wanted to be. But will Cori be part of his future, or one more regret from his past?

USA Today bestselling author Mary Leo writes contemporary romance, paranormal romance, romantic suspense, and mystery. She loves to travel for research while she’s writing a book, or for that matter, even when she’s not writing a book . . . which always leads to yet another book.

Mary grew up on the Southside of Chicago in the tangle of a big Italian family where she learned the art of story from her creative mamma who would craft a wondrous tale each night at bedtime, and where Mary developed an appreciation for fine Italian cuisine from her colorful aunts and uncles.

In those breathless moments between pleasure and pain lie the most poignant truths…

I have signed myself over to The Training House: my devotion, my obedience, my body. It is what I have always yearned for—to lose myself in powerlessness. To be made to. But this place is more than anyone could possibly prepare for, especially the Master of the House. He is too stunning, too commanding, bringing out a yearning for submission in ways I have never imagined, and I am lost in nearly unbearable desire. He uses my body until he brings me to tears, then tenderly wipes them away, enslaving me to him instantly, body and soul. I cannot imagine existing without him, without his wicked touch, his strict and sensual command…

Until I meet another slave, and he changes the game of kink for me forever. How can I decide what my heart wants most, without risking losing it all?

WARNING::These books contains material that may be difficult to read about and/or cause triggers for some readers, including consensual non-consent and other scenes that could be disturbing. Do NOT try this at home!

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The sun hasn’t been up for more than a couple of hours when the door to my room opens, and I have a brief, joyous glimpse of him. He’s dressed in dark slacks, a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled again to reveal his tattoo work. His dark hair is a little wavy, a little too long, like some hero in a Jane Austin novel. Too perfect.

I begin to sit up but he pushes me back with his rough boot on my chest, and the air goes out of me as my body floods with lust. Those boots! And him. I bite back a moan, trying to resist the urge to press my thighs together to ease the wet, aching want there. He gives a wave and one of the Girls—I still don’t know which one—and an elegant older man with close-cropped gray hair I know from my arrival to be Robert the valet, kneel on either side of me. While the Master holds me down with his booted foot, they slip a leather blindfold over my eyes and fear is like a siren shrieking in my mind—I hate to be blindfolded. My heart races, making me want to scream. But they seem to have thought of everything. Someone holds my cheeks firmly, then a ball gag is shoved into my mouth and strapped at the back of my head.

The boot is removed from my chest and I’m flipped over onto my stomach, my arms pulled behind my back. I can smell the leather of the cuffs before they’re buckled firmly around my wrists. And my head is emptying out in a way my silly little meditations could never accomplish, as I’m lifted then thrown over the Master’s shoulders. Oh yes, it is definitely him, and it’s pure heaven to feel the muscles working in his shoulder, my breasts resting against the solid wall of his broad back. My nipples are so hard they hurt. I’m so wet I worry about mussing his lovely shirt, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Nothing you can do.

And so, when I begin to drool a little around the gag I give myself over to it. No tears as there usually are when I’m gagged or blindfolded. Because I can do absolutely nothing. And because it’s for him.

He carries me down a flight of stairs, his boot heels echoing on the wooden risers, then we turn to the right. It’s only a few moments before he makes another turn and I am dumped facedown onto a smooth wooden table, or a counter, maybe. I inhale the scents of coffee and food cooking. The kitchen?

Then his voice—his beautifully modulated voice, so devoid of any accent he must be from California. “Cook. Prepare this one for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” A deep female voice, and I imagine a tall, handsome women, with large hands. I also imagine her tenderizing my flesh with one of those mallets used for steak. The reality is not far off the mark.

I hear her moving about the room and what sounds like utensils being shuffled, and almost right away she smacks my ass with something that feels like a very large, flat wooden spoon. When I squirm she places a firm and surprisingly small, strong hand on the back of my neck and smacks me harder and harder, my tender ass stinging, burning as blood rises to the surface of my skin. She pauses for half a breath, allowing me to swallow a gulp of air before she starts in again with something much heavier this time. And oh God, it hurts as she lands one solid blow after another, hammering deep into the muscles so that sensation goes from sting to a deep bruising thud, yet it still stings somehow. She works the heavy, wooden implement—a rolling pin?—down over the backs of my thighs, silent until she utters a simple, stern order.

“Spread your thighs. Wider.”

I do as she asks—of course I do—and she pinches my pussy lips so hard a tear seeps from the corner of my eye and drool pools in my mouth behind the gag. She holds onto that delicate flesh with one hand while she spanks me with the other, her palm on my flesh almost sweet in comparison to the hard wooden tool she’d used before. Pain builds, and what begins as something I welcome quickly turns into more than I can process—there is such a rapid build with no warm-up at all. Harder and impossibly harder until I am crying out around the gag, the noise a raw contraction of the muscles in my throat, drool spilling onto my chin.

I am helpless.

Thinking the words soothes me as much as it frightens me. It has always been like this.

Suddenly the spanking stops, although her hard, hurting fingers are still twisting my poor tortured labia. My breath comes in short, gasping pants as I try not to choke on my own salty tears.

I sense her moving nearer, then her breath is hot against my cheek. She says in a low tone, “You’d better learn to take it more quietly, Girl. The Master won’t like all this fussing. Didn’t your previous owner teach you any better? Or are you too hard-headed to learn?”

My heart drops into my stomach. I try so hard to be good. To please. To aim for perfection. But this place is too new and I haven’t been told all the rules.

And suddenly it comes to me that maybe they want me to fail. I’m hoping it’s only to have more reason to punish me and not because they simply don’t want me. That he doesn’t want me. I need so much to belong…somewhere. And if not here, where?

I, ______________________, being of sound mind and body, do hereby agree and pledge myself in entirety as personal slave and property to The Training House as the Master of the House sees fit to use for a period of one year, to commence on _________ and to end on _________. I do this without reservations or stipulations, and without recourse or right of revocation. I have been informed and understand that I will not be harmed or have any permanent damage done to my body or mental well-being, nor shall any of my personal property be subject to ownership or use by The Training House, its Master, or any associates. I pledge under the terms of this contract my body, my obedience and my deep desire to serve.

I understand and agree to all terms within this contract. Terms are as follows:

1)I will remain naked while within The Training House or other outside facilities the Master of the House may visit or send me to.

2)I may be sent to outside locations and/or lent to other Masters, Mistresses or Trainers at the Master’s discretion. I pledge the same obedience to them as I do to The Training House under the terms of this contract.

3)I will be collared, cuffed, shackled or bound by any variety of means as the Master of the House or his associates see fit. Restraints will always be used in a safe manner.

4)I may be subject to piercings of the nipples and/or genitalia, to be performed only by a licensed piercer, including the Master himself.

5)I will be subject to branding with the house crest only if it is agreed upon by both parties at the term of this contract or any future existing contract that I remain in permanent service to The Training House.

6)I will be subject to sadomasochistic activities at the discretion of the Master and his associates, including various types of impact, impalement and use of any orifice for pain or pleasure, electrical stimulation, canes, whips, and implements which may scratch and/or open the skin. Any bleeding, open wounds or heavy bruising will receive appropriate medical attention by the House nurse or attending EMT.

7)I will be subject to humiliation, degradation, loss of personal identity.

8)I will have no rights as an individual, or freedom to make decisions.

9)I will remain silent unless commanded to speak.

10)I will accept without question or resistance any and all punishments or discipline the Master of the House or his associates deems necessary or desirable.

11)I am charged to learn all the ways in which I may please the Master of the House and his associates.

12)I will have no control over my orgasms, which will be given or denied at the whim of the Master of the House or his associates. I agree to never pleasure myself, saving my pleasure for the Master’s use.

I hereby certify that I am in excellent health, and had my last medical exam on ______. Paperwork to verify the state of my health will be supplied upon signing this contract. I furthermore agree that I may be subject to medical examination and treatment for my safety and for the safety of those I come into contact with, or purely for the Master’s pleasure. I also have supplied information regarding possible personal triggers any of the above activities might prompt. The Master agrees to ensure my body is kept in good health by means of diet, rest and exercise.

If at any time before the end of the contracted period the Master of The Training House is not pleased with my performance, obedience, ability to give pleasure or to endure his preferred treatment of me, he may decide to revoke this agreement, at which time I am released from the terms of this contract.

I affix my signature willingly and without any duress or under any threat of harm.

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This is the first book I have read from this author it is a wonderful contemporary that I enjoyed. Cooking is something I love to do and some people can and some people can’t and this cute story puts that together wonderfully. Along with the strength and love of a good family.

I suggest you get lost before my brother arrives with a cleaver and deboning knife and demonstrates how he chops nuts.”

Lucrezia Serafina Dicicco had no choice but to step up as head chef Il Saore Dell’ Amore when he fathers Health goes downhill. Family what else can Lu do her best until a food critic reviews destroys all her father had worked for now she may lose all her family has worked for.

Derek Dunne the cordon bleu critic for the New York Monitor at the Il Sapore dell’ Amore after moving in the area but the food wasn’t what everyone claimed when the newspaper closes he decides he wants to be a chef again and thinks of that restaurant.

After meeting Lu and helping her out of the spur of the moment an idea forms because Lu’s father only lets family work at the restaurant.

“Can the figure out how to make this work?”

“A man I would entrust my restaurant to. A many worthy of my baby daughter the heart of my heart.”

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Scorned by her own kind for her mixed-breed elf status, Julija lives a lonely existence as an outcast among her Ivory elf kin. When a magical book in elfin lore is stolen, she’s directed by her King to retrieve the book. Little of the heist goes as planned, and nothing about the vampire is as it appears.

Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the hunger she elicits from him after ten thousand years of celibacy. Discovering she’s a pawn in a dangerous game orchestrated by none other than his reviled enemy, he’s determined to thwart their plans to pilfer the Book from his control.

When truths are revealed, Julija and Landau must decide if what the heart desires is more important than bloodlines.

“Hello,
darling,” Landau drawled, drawing Julija’s attention.

His little
stalker merely glared at him. Landau leaned an elbow on the table, blocking her
view of her male friend. Her gaze grew frostier.

“Careful,
careful.” He waved a finger at her and dropped his voice to his most charming
tone. “You don’t want to give me frostbite.”

She looked
at her companion, and Landau thought he saw irony in her eyes. He smiled before
canting his head around to take stock of her friend. The man stared straight at
him with a tight, knowing smile.

Landau
stumbled back a step. Realizing he’d reacted, he planted his feet and cooled
his rising temper. “To what do I owe the honor of the Ivory King’s presence in my city?”

“Ivory what?”
Julija echoed in feigned disbelief, but the slight widening of her eyes
suggested he’d shocked her with his knowledge.

“Save it,
love,” he said with a killing glance, mocking her lie. “And why are you
stalking me?”

“Oh, do beg
off.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stalking you.”

“You—”

The highborn
elf cut Landau off with, “Your life’s in danger.”

“What?”
Landau narrowed his eyes on the royal cretin. “Am I supposed to believe you’re
here to protect me?”

The very idea is ludicrous!

The snot
inclined his head.

Landau
scoffed. “Bulletin! I’m a vampire.”

“Save it, love,”
Julija shot back at him.

Landau whipped
his head about and raised his eyebrows. Her sarcasm almost jerked a laugh out
of him, but he managed to cage it at the last moment. The grin twitching at his
lips had no hope of being totally eradicated.

She gave him
a tight smile. “Call yourself whatever you like, you’re still a Crimson elf.”

“Yeah.” He
flashed his incisors at her for no other purpose than to taunt her. Their races
weren’t on friendly terms. She had her Ivory King to thank for that. “That
didn’t seem to matter when the rest of you fucking elves decided to eradicate
us. Don’t expect me to believe you suddenly care.”

“We allowed
your race to survive.” The sardonic comment came from her snotty friend.

“So you
have.” Pompous bastard probably thought he could’ve killed Landau. Alberic was a threat to Landau’s children. Landau
raked his gaze over the elf-man. “I believe I recall you from another time.”

Before
Landau became a vampire at Chaos’ whim, he’d known the Ivory King well, and
this elf wasn’t the true blood King.

The elf
cocked his head to the side, as if waiting further comment or assessing if
Landau would out their former relationship to Julija.

“Do you like
what you see?” Landau turned his attention to Julija instead of elaborating,
snubbing the royal elf.

Julija
sputtered. “I b-beg your… um… pardon?”

“You were
studying me.”

“No.” She
sniffed and scrunched her nose as if his scent offended her. “I wasn’t.”

The
situation amused him, and he called her bluff with a knowing grin. Intrigued,
he watched her eyes focus on his fangs a moment before she licked her lips. His
cock responded with a twitch. A fascinating reaction since he’d been impotent
for ten thousand years. Being aroused by an Ivory elf—an enemy—was damn
inconvenient.

“Would you
care to dance?” Landau surprised himself with the request.

She flicked
a nervous glance in the direction of the man-elf. She swallowed hard and flattened
her tone, “I don’t dance.”

“Good.”
Landau clamped his fingers around her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She
squawked like any human would and stumbled to catch her footing. “I’ll have the
pleasure of teaching you the moves I prefer.”

“What part
of ‘I don’t dance’ don’t you get, vampire?” Angry, she fairly spat the word vampire.
Her eyes gleamed and turned him on as did the fury smoking her voice.

Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as
a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time
basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her
real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship
with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind.
She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama
football, and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s
convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing
together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds
are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes is
multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary
romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her
website at www.gracen-miller.com.